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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

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Chapter 111: A Soft Morning

Alara’s POVI woke up to warmth.Not the dull, lonely warmth of blankets that had gone cold hours ago — but the steady, living heat of another body curled around mine, a solid chest at my back, an arm firm and unyielding around my waist, the slow rise and fall of breath against my hair.For one blissful second, I thought I was dreaming.Then memory rushed in, vivid and mortifying and sweet all at once.Last night.The door opening. The silence breaking. The way neither of us had spoken at first, as if words would have shattered something fragile and sacred between us. I remembered how I had stepped inside his room without fully understanding how my feet had carried me there. How the bond had hummed — not urgent, not demanding — just there. Present. Alive.And now—I swallowed, acutely aware of the way I was tucked into Xavier’s arms like I had never left them. Like years of pain and distance had simply… folded in on themselves.My face heated instantly.Xavier was still asleep, or pre

Chapter 112: When Wolves Remember

Alara’s POVThe peace that followed didn’t arrive loudly.It didn’t announce itself with victory or certainty. It slipped in quietly, between breaths, between heartbeats, settling into places I had kept guarded for years.That evening, after the twins were finally asleep and the house had grown hushed in the way only safe places ever do, I stepped outside without really planning to. The air was cool, the moon low and full, its silver light pooling across the garden like spilled milk. For a moment, I simply stood there, barefoot on stone, letting the night touch me.I felt him before I heard him.Xavier didn’t need to announce his presence. He never needed to. My wolf always knew when his Lycan drew near — like a deep note struck somewhere inside my chest, resonating outward. Not sharp. Not demanding. Just… there.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked quietly.I shook my head without turning. “I didn’t feel like it.”That earned me a soft breath of a laugh. He came to stand beside me, not too clo

Chapter 113: Echoes Under a Moon

Alara’s POVThe horn’s cry lingered long after it faded, as if the night itself remembered it.Xavier didn’t release me immediately. His hands stayed firm at my arms, thumbs pressing lightly as though to reassure both of us that this — us standing, breathing, unbroken — was real. Marcus paced beneath his skin, I could feel it in the tension of his shoulders, the way his breath sharpened. My own wolf had gone unnervingly still, ears pricked, listening.“That wasn’t one of ours,” Xavier said at last.“No,” I agreed, my voice steadier than I felt. “And it wasn’t meant to be loud enough to reach us.”Which meant it was meant to be heard by someone else.We turned back toward the house together, steps quickening but controlled. Panic would help no one — especially not our twins. The estate loomed ahead, lights glowing warmly through tall windows, unaware of the thin fracture spreading through the night.Borrowed peace, Ronan had called it.I understood now what he meant.Inside, the air wa

Chapter 114: The Weight of Knowing

Alara’s POVThe silence after Lucian moved, after space itself bent to his will, felt heavier than any scream.I stayed on my knees, one hand on Artemis’ shoulder, the other resting over Lucian’s small chest as if my touch alone could anchor him to the world. His heartbeat was steady. Calm. Too calm for a child who had just done something that should not have been possible.“I didn’t mean to scare anyone,” he said quietly, eyes flicking between us.“You didn’t,” I lied, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You helped your sister.”That much was true. But the truth beneath it all pressed painfully against my ribs.Ronan was the first to move. He crouched beside us, his expression carefully neutral, though I could feel the storm behind it. “Lucian,” he said gently, “when you say the space was there… what did it feel like?”Lucian thought for a moment. “Like a door that was already open.”Xavier inhaled sharply behind us.I stood slowly, lifting Artemis into my arms again. She was

Chapter 115: The First Crack

Alara’s POVThe peace broke quietly.Not with screams or blood or the clash of steel but with the subtle wrongness of a dawn that rose too red, staining the horizon like a wound that refused to close.I was already awake when it happened.The Crescent mark had not allowed me any sleep. It pulsed beneath my skin in slow, deliberate beats, each one echoing through my bones like a warning drum. I lay still, counting my breaths, listening to the house. Xavier slept beside me, one arm heavy across my waist, his presence a steady anchor, but even his nearness could not quiet the unease coiling tighter in my chest.Something had shifted.I slipped from the bed before the sun fully crested the hills, careful not to wake him. The stone floor was cool beneath my bare feet as I padded toward the windows. Outside, the land lay deceptively calm—mist clinging low to the grass, trees standing in silent ranks. Too still. Too expectant.The Crescent flared.I gasped, gripping the windowsill as pain

Chapter 116: Borrowed Light

Alara’s POVThe house did not sleep after that.Neither did I.Morning came pale and hesitant, as if even the sun was unsure it was welcome. I stood by the eastern window long after the twins finally drifted into an uneasy rest, watching light creep across the grounds in thin, careful lines. The land looked unchanged — dew on the grass, birds beginning their songs — but the air carried a pressure that hadn’t been there before. Like the moment just before a storm breaks.Borrowed light, Ronan had called it.I pressed my palm to the Crescent, feeling the steady warmth beneath my skin. It answered me now, no longer shy or dormant. Not painful, just present. Awake.Behind me, Xavier moved quietly, the boards barely whispering under his steps. He didn’t touch me, not at first. He simply stood close enough that my wolf leaned back into his gravity without fear.“You should rest,” he said softly.“I’m afraid to sleep,” I admitted.He didn’t ask why. He already knew. “Then don’t,” he said. “I

Chapter 117: The Door Beneath Us

Alara’s POVThe house did not settle after that.It listened.I felt it the moment Lucian’s words faded into the stone — It’s awake now — as if the walls themselves leaned inward, holding their breath. The faint hum that had become familiar over the last few days sharpened, threading through the floors and up the banisters, vibrating softly beneath my bare feet.Xavier was already moving before I could speak, his hand lifting in a silent signal for the guards. Ronan didn’t wait for orders at all. He was gone in a blur of motion, boots pounding down the stairs toward the lower levels.I turned toward the twins’ rooms.“No,” Xavier said gently but firmly, catching my wrist. “I’ve got them.”I didn’t argue. Not because I agreed, but because I trusted him with my life, and more importantly, with theirs.I followed Ronan.The stairwell that led beneath the estate was older than the house itself. Neutral land carried strange histories like that — layers of ownership, forgotten pacts, things

Chapter 118: Lunar Child

Alara’s POVThe moon was full when I understood.Not the gentle kind that hovered like a blessing over the estate, silver and serene, but the kind that pressed against the sky as if demanding to be seen. It hung low, swollen with power, its light spilling through the tall windows and painting the halls in pale, liquid glow.Artemis hadn’t slept.She never did on nights like this.I found her standing barefoot at the window of the twins’ room, her small hands resting against the glass, her breath fogging it faintly. She was too still for a child barely past infancy, too aware. Moonlight clung to her dark curls, threaded through them like living silver.“Sweetheart,” I whisp

Chapter 119: The Space Between Shadows

Alara’s POVWorrying for Artemis wasn’t the only thing that worried me in the following days.It began so quietly that I almost convinced myself I was imagining it.Lucian had always been a still child — observant, inward, his expressions thoughtful in a way that felt far too old for his small body. Unlike Artemis, Lucian faded into corners, into silences. I had learned to watch for the absence of noise where he was concerned, rather than its presence.That was how I noticed it.One moment, he was beside me in the sitting room, his small fingers wrapped around the hem of my sleeve as I read aloud. The next, the weight was gone.I looked down automatically, already smiling, ready to ch

Chapter 120: Training Begins

Alara’s POVFollowing the uneventful incident, Ronan didn’t ease his said training sessions for the twins. Instead, he made it intense — deliberately so.The first morning, I woke to the sound of measured footsteps in the lower courtyard. Not the light scuff of play. Not laughter. Not the chaotic thrum of children chasing one another.These steps were deliberate. Counted.I dressed quickly, dread pooling low in my stomach, and followed the sound.The twins stood side by side in the courtyard, still small in their training clothes—soft leather, reinforced at the seams, light enough not to restrict movement. Artemis’ hair was braided tightly away from her face, her dark curls glinting in the early light. Lucian’s hair was tied back as well, his expression solemn, his small hands clenched at his sides.Ronan stood before them, posture rigid, eyes sharp.This was not an uncle teaching the twins some tricks.This was a commander assessing weapons he did not yet fully understand.“No runnin

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